𓏵⠀⠀⠀𓉸⠀⠀⠀fred⠀and⠀george and bill⠀ ⠀weasley⠀⠀。⠀⠀⠀18+ minors dni⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀。⠀⠀⠀canon ╱ best friend's brother⠀⠀ᛝ

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you're the twins best friend, staying at the Burrow over spring break, and meet the eldest weasley brother; Bill, and fall immediately head over heels for him.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ best friend's brother ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

The Burrow was louder than usual.

Not that that was saying much.

Between Fred and George arguing over something that was very clearly their own fault, Ron complaining about it, and Ginny shouting over all of them, the entire house felt alive—warm, chaotic, impossible to ignore. And somehow, you’d been folded right into it, like you’d always belonged there.

“Oi, don’t touch that—!”

Too late. A small pop echoed from the kitchen, followed by a puff of smoke and Fred’s delighted laugh.

“Relax,” George added, far too unhelpfully. “If it explodes, we’ll write it down as a success.”

You barely had time to roll your eyes before the front door creaked open.

Footsteps—heavier than the others—echoed through the Burrow, steady and unhurried.

“Anyone home?” a voice called, low and warm, threaded with amusement.

The twins went still for half a second.

Then, in perfect unison—

“BILL!”

They bolted past you, nearly knocking over a chair in the process. You turned instinctively, curiosity pulling your gaze toward the doorway just as he stepped inside.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Sun-kissed skin like he’d spent more time outdoors than anyone else in the room. His hair—long, tied back loosely—caught the light from the window, and there was something effortless about the way he carried himself, like the world just... made space for him.

And when he smiled—Merlin.

“Well, this is new,” he said, eyes landing on you almost immediately.

Everything in your chest seemed to trip over itself.

Fred reappeared at your side, slinging an arm around your shoulders with a grin that was far too knowing. “Bill, meet our favorite person in the world.”

“High honor,” George chimed in, appearing on your other side. “Try not to scare them off.”

Bill’s gaze softened, just a little, as he stepped closer.

“Don’t listen to them,” he said, offering you a hand. “They’re terrible judges of character.”

Your heart did something deeply inconvenient.

“Bill,” he added, like you didn’t already know.

And just like that—

You were completely, utterly done for.